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    Rogue Coffin

    Late last Saturday night, a young chap was walking home from the pub.
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    > It was a cold, wet, windy evening, and he was tired and freezing. Most
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    > Of the streetlights in the area were broken, and the silence was only
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    > Broken by the occasional sound of a stray cat sifting through a
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    > Dustbin. Suddenly he heard a strange noise ...
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    > BUMP........
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    > BUMP........
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    > BUMP........
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    > Startled, he turned around. To his amazement, through the driving rain
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    > He saw the faint outline of a large box turning into his road.
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    > BUMP........
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    > BUMP........
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    > BUMP........
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    > He froze to the spot. He couldn't believe his eyes. As the box
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    > Approached from the shadows, he was able to make out its shape more
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    > Clearly. It was a coffin. Not wanting anything to do with this, he put
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    > His head down and started walking briskly home.
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    > BUMP........
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    > BUMP.........
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    > BUMP........
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    > The coffin was gaining on him. He started walking faster.........
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    > BUMP.... BUMP.......
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    > BUMP........BUMP.......
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    > BUMP........BUMP.........
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    > The coffin was closing with his every step. He started to jog, but he
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    > Heard the coffin speed up after him ...
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    > BUMP... BUMP.... BUMP...
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    > BUMP... BUMP... BUMP....
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    > BUMP... BUMP... BUMP...
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    > He started to sprint, but so did the coffin ........
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    > BUMP... BUMP... BUMP... BUMP.....
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    > BUMP... BUMP... BUMP... BUMP.....
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    > BUMP... BUMP... BUMP... BUMP.....
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    > Eventually he made it to his front door, but he knew the coffin was
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    > Only seconds behind. Fumbling around in his pocket, he pulled out his
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    > Keys, His hand trembling, he managed to open the lock. He dived inside,
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    > Slamming the front door behind him. He shot into his front room, and
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    > Slumped into his comfy chair.
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    > Suddenly there was a loud crash, as the coffin smashed its way through
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    > The front door. The force of the impact broke the lock off the coffin
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    > Allowing the lid to swing freely on its rusty hinges as it continued
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    > Its chase ..
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    > BUMP... SCREECH .. BUMP.... SCREECH...
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    > BUMP... SCREECH .. BUMP... SCREECH...

    > BUMP... SCREECH .. BUMP... SCREECH...
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    > BUMP... SCREECH .. BUMP... SCREECH...
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    > In horror the young lad fled again, as fast as his shaking legs could
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    > Take him. He bolted upstairs to the bathroom and locked the door ...
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    > BUMP... SCREECH .. HOP... BUMP... SCREECH ... HOP...
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    > BUMP... SCREECH .. HOP... BUMP... SCREECH ... HOP...
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    > BUMP... SCREECH .. HOP... BUMP... SCREECH ... HOP...
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    > The coffin again gave chase up the stairs, across the landing and
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    > Launched itself at the bathroom door. With an almighty smash, the
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    > Bathroom door flew off its hinges ...
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    > The coffin stood in the doorway, then started to approach the young
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    > Terrified lad.
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    > BUMP... SCREECH .. BUMP... SCREECH...
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    > BUMP... SCREECH .. BUMP... SCREECH...
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    > BUMP... SCREECH .. BUMP... SCREECH...
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    > In a last ditch attempt to save his skin, he reached for his bathroom
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    > Cabinet ... He grabbed a bar of Imperial Leather soap and threw it at
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    > The coffin ... still it came ........
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    > BUMP... SCREECH .. BUMP... SCREECH...
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    > He grabbed his can of Lynx deodorant and threw it ... still it
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    > Came......
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    > BUMP... SCREECH .. BUMP... SCREECH...
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    He grabbed his first aid kit and threw it ... still it came......
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    > BUMP... SCREECH .. BUMP... SCREECH...
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    > He grabbed some Benadryl cough mixture and threw it ...
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    > The coffin stopped.
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    all that excitement, then its over just like that...I feel let down


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